terrace

I can drink sour, sharp, 

salty, even syrup of poison, 

but you served me the glass

full of hate, blames and toxin. 

i cry but you don't  look at me

so i don't smile looking at you, 

but neighbors can see what i hide 

terrace knows i wasn't into malafide

sympathy can't resolve it 

loving me can't remould it 

soft waters can't dissolve it 

new castles can't reform it 

don't speak words if you later regret

things are never gone, they're in imprint

now it's grinding your heart so harder

sorry i faced deadly death in december . 

~ chetna 🌻